mid-summer night’s scream
no one will miss me
when i’m gone
so what’s the point
in hanging on
hot days the
drone of aeroplanes
apple trees
snowing on me
dogs barking
barking dogs
mowers mowing
mowing mowers
on and on and on
motor bikes far
and motor bikes near
long nights so dreary
oh dearly dearly me
no one will miss me
when i’m gone
so what’s the point
in hanging on
search eternal
every poem you write
is a rough edge taken
off the poem that one day
will be discovered
when posthumous has
polished that one poem
that was pure gold
that eluded capture
however many dusted
poems had piled up
intransigent in their verdigris
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linocut of a wren
the thrill of her trill
cut into the lino of my day
the impression that learning
has a lot to learn
from the soaring imagination
of adolescence in the springtime
of her days
bed it down
it is heaven
to wake up and remember
that you have a poem from last night
waiting for the morning moment
when the light shines
on the darkness of it
and to realise that density
was its destiny
and wonder how you carried it
all these years
when finally you put it down
gently
ever so gently
the cat
condescends
to share this space in time
with me
we touch sometimes
when she needs me
to feed her in return
she feeds me moments
such as these
meditation
leave the room
quietly close the door
on your thoughts
leave them there
nattering
alone in the garden
follow the path
for it is your path now
blossom sigh and fall
trees grow slowly
one bud at a time
slowly slowly
ever
so
hooray hooray
the workmen come with their radios
hooray hooray
the workmen come with their radios
hooray hooray
it gets on my tits and it gets on my toes
hooray hooray hooray hooray
hooray
shhhhhhh
becoming insane
one rhyme at a time
like this one
so much fun
ha ha
ho ho
hee hee
STOP
wait shhhh
there’s someone at the door
forever
is contained in this one heart
for the other heart has lost it
it is
however forever
here in my heart
i will keep it safe
forever
should ever
un reasonable?
the reason for despair
is the realisation that there is no reason
for anything at all
life is a construct
a scaffold
a corral
for a life that has no reason
it just exists
reasoning it is a butterfly
that refuses to settle
either way
it is unreasonable
to ask why
stop
there was a time
when time stood still
but that time is past
how long can light
hold your attention
when your mind is set
to go
tears
these poems
staining the slab-stones with tears
of joy of sadness
everyone is leaning on their mop
long discussions
winsome smiles
welcome to the sunlight
long across a turning page
that spills more shrieks
as they wring their mops
splash splosh & they are gone
no i dire
i don’t want to be there when i die
i am not good company
fair on empathy but
short on patience
too aware of the bloody nuisance of it all
send me a text when it’s all over
entering low power mode
april
the wind is rising
the rain is getting heavier
the garden is growing greener
blossom petals strewn everywhere
seeds planted
pots potted
the magpies are as bullish as the wind
in the blossoming shrubs
that are playing our tune
the rain will stop soon
err or later
drip
drip
drip
